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DM

A severed brass hand skitters from the disturbed rubble and springs at Lissa. Its fingers snap shut on empty air beside her—miss (9 vs 14).

DM

The second brass hand claws through the rubble and leaps for Ivo's throat. He jerks clear; its grip misses (8 vs 11).

automaton hand 2 falls.

Dunstan Mose

Dunstan steps in over Ivo's shoulder before the brass hand can gather itself for a second spring. No prayer out loud — just the mace, brought down flat and hard the way you drive a fence post. The blow catches the thing square across the back of its casing (18 to hit, 5 damage); fingers splay once, curl, and go still in the rubble. "Ivo. Are you bitten?" He doesn't wait for the answer before turning toward the one near Lissa. "One left. Don't let it get behind you."

automaton hand 1 falls.

Greta Halloway

Greta doesn't wait for it to spring. Two steps through the rubble, sword already up, and she brings the blade down on the brass hand like she's splitting kindling — edge square across the wrist-stump (16 to hit, 8 damage). The casing caves. Fingers spasm open, rake once at nothing, and stop. She stands over it a moment, breathing, making sure it stays stopped — things here don't stop when they're supposed to. \"That's both,\" she says, and her voice comes out steadier than she expected. \"Lissa, anything else moving in that rubble? Ivo — let Dunstan look at where it went for you.\"

DM

Greta's sword cleaves the last brass hand through its casing (16 vs 13, 8 damage). It falls among the broken gears, inert. Both hands are destroyed; the fight is over, and the party is unharmed.